Chapter Six #2
Jeremy looks up from his gloves and cocks a brow at her.
Her eager eyes glance from him to over his shoulder.
Looking behind him, Barry is standing in the dun horse’s stall tacking her up.
Jeremy clears his throat as Marie giggles again, ducking into another stall.
Barry glances up and then away, saying shortly, “Sup.”
Refusing to pretend like nothing’s wrong, Jeremy takes this opportunity to approach Barry and ask, “Hey, can we talk?”
Barry glances behind him and shakes his head, “Not here.”
Jeremy plasters on a fake smile and looks back over to Marie, asking sweetly, “Honey, would you mind giving us a minute alone?”
Her giggles are long and grating, covering her mouth and shuffling behind one of the horses’ asses to hide her face. Rolling his eyes, Jeremy turns back to Barry and grabs his elbow, tugging him back to the tack room, saying, “Come on.”
Barry follows him and keeps his face neutral as Jeremy closes the door behind them and corners the ranch hand against the riding gear. Barry keeps his shoulders square, brow furrowed a bit as he says, “What?”
“What to me? What to you!” Jeremy hisses under his breath, “Why have you been avoiding me?”
“Well why did you stop returning my calls?” Barry barks back, “You seriously ghost me and then expect a warm welcome when you get back?”
“I didn’t mean to stop talking to you like that, I just got really busy and the time difference-”
“Save it,” Barry huffs, “Just be real with me, Jeremy, for once. What do I really mean to you, huh?”
“What?” Jeremy could laugh, under the impression that they were on the same page.
“If I’m just a convenient lay and nothing more than tell me right now.”
“You are more than that,” Jeremy tells him passionately, “You’re my friend.”
“Bullshit,” Barry turns away.
Jeremy steps forward, “What do you want from me, Barry? This has always been an under the table thing, it wasn’t supposed to be serious.”
“Well, that was before people found out,” Barry bites back, “Now things are different, aren’t they?
And who’s been the one to put up with everybody’s snide comments and weird looks?
Me. Meanwhile, I apparently don’t even mean enough to you to even warrant a text telling me you’re alive!
People ask me what we are and I can’t tell them cuz I don’t know! ”
“I’m sorry, okay?” Jeremy puts up his hands, Barry making a lot of valid points, “I really am. I didn’t mean to go MIA like that and leave you with all this shit.”
“Then why did you?” Barry’s countenance breaks, stepping toward Jeremy and nearly pleading with him.
“Because,” Jeremy’s brow pinches and he inhales deeply before telling him the truth, “I met someone else while I was over there, okay?”
Barry works his jaw and looks away, nodding and face tortured as he says, “I knew it.”
“I wasn’t looking for it okay? It just happened,” Jeremy tries to soften the blow, too late.
“Tell me,” Barry insists, “I want to know.”
Jeremy deflates a bit and starts sharing, “There was this surfer-”
“Stop,” Barry interrupts him, “Never mind.”
Trying to save this as much as he can, Jeremy tries reaching out and saying, “It didn’t mean anything, alright?”
“Then why do it at all?” Barry pulls away.
“Because! I was horny, he was hot, and I didn’t think you would care,” Jeremy explains.
“I don’t know, Jeremy. I don’t know how I feel,” Barry shakes his head, “I know what we said, I get why you did it. It just hurts still, okay? I’ve missed you, man. And it sucks that you dropped me like that.”
“I know, I’m so sorry, Barry,” Jeremy repeats his earlier sentiment.
Barry slowly nods, “So that’s why you didn’t call me back? Work was busy, the time difference, and because of this surfer guy?”
Jeremy inhales and considers leaving out the last bit, keeping that all for himself. But he does care about Barry, doesn’t want to hurt him further, so he tells him the truth, “Actually, there was one other thing that happened.”
Barry frowns, “Don’t tell me there was a lifeguard too.”
“No, no,” Jeremy exhales heavily before admitting, “It’s Clark. He- He kissed me.”
Brows shooting up, Barry is genuinely floored, “What?”
Jeremy shrugs, “It was our last week and I turned him down, so-”
“You turned him down?” Barry seems flabbergasted, “Clark Radison?”
“He’s our boss, Barry,” Jeremy comes up with a flimsy excuse, shrugging and sharing a sliver of the truth, “It’s too messy.”
“Well, that’s kind of your MO isn’t it?” Barry stares him down.
Jeremy stares back and then cracks a smile. Barry laughs a little too, some of the tension dissipating from the room. Jeremy dares to step closer asking, “So, are we good?”
“Yeah. I mean,” Barry rubs his neck but doesn’t step away, “I don’t know where we really stand, but it’s better than before.”
“Why can’t things just stay the same between us?” Jeremy asks.
“Maybe what I’ve wanted has changed,” Barry muses.
Jeremy stops his approach, asking, “Has it?”
“I don’t know. I,” Barry loses his words and he searches Jeremy’s face, expression tortured as he tells him, “You’re so hot. And I missed you. God, why did you have to be so hot?”
Biting his bottom lip coyly, Jeremy looks into Barry’s big brown eyes and asks slowly, “What do you want right now?”
Barry swallows thickly and leans towards Jeremy, answering thoughtfully, “You.”
“You promise you’re not mad at me anymore?” Jeremy’s fingers sneak under Barry’s belt, pulling him so their pelvises are flush.
Smirking sassily, Barry bends his head down and says, “Maybe a little. Depends.”
“On?”
“Can I kiss you?” Barry pushes his forehead against Jeremy’s, pressing.
Inhaling deeply, Jeremy asks, “You really want to?”
“Clark Radison was able to, why shouldn’t I?” Barry jests but the words hang heavy on Jeremy. He suddenly wishes he hadn’t told Barry that, doesn’t want that kiss to become a joke.
Jeremy suffocates that rush of emotion and refocuses on Barry. Nodding, he figures a kiss is a good enough apology, “Fine.”
Bending the last inch to meet Jeremy’s lips, Barry kisses him gently at first. Then, he inhales sharply and presses his tongue forward.
Jeremy opens his mouth and the rest is obligatory, a disenchanting process that leaves Jeremy searching for something else.
But he entertains the kiss, enjoying how Barry gets heated under the embrace and gyrates his hips into Jeremy, cupping his ass.
Jeremy’s hands are doing their own searching, indulging in Barry’s muscular build and his tall frame.
His fingers travel from the short kinky hair down his strong back to his hips and down lower.
Jeremy reaches between them and strokes Barry through his jeans.
Barry breaks the kiss and says against Jeremy’s lips, “Here?”
“Why not?” Jeremy’s mind is getting hazy with lust, remembering how good it feels to be under Barry’s muscles once more.
He huffs and leans down to nibble at Jeremy’s pulse, whispering, “We’ll have to be quiet.”
Barry’s ear is right beside Jeremy’s mouth, whispering back, “I think I can handle that.”
The cock behind those jeans pulses in Jeremy’s hand.
That’s enough of an incentive for Jeremy, making quick work of the zipper and pulling out the member.
Getting out from under Barry’s mouth, Jeremy sinks to his knees and breathes heavily over the engorged dick.
Barry’s extra large hand pets through Jeremy’s wavy hair and grips tightly, pointing the tip at Jeremy’s mouth.
Sucking in the cock head, Jeremy decides this activity is much more favorable than making out.
He flattens his tongue on the underside of Barry’s hefty cock and licks down the length as it easily taps the back of his throat.
He opens his throat for the meat to get in deep, pushing as far as possible before slurping back to the tip and going back down.
The fingers at Jeremy’s scalp tug and Jeremy audibly pops off the cock.
Looking up, Barry is holding a finger to his lips as a sign to keep quiet and hand snaking to Jeremy’s arm to tug him to his feet. Eye to eye again, Barry leans forward and whispers, “Keep doing that and I ain’t gonna last long.”
“Let’s not waste anymore time then,” Jeremy insists, undoing his own belt buckle.
Barry bares his teeth and pushes on Jeremy’s hips, turning him around and tugging down the back of his pants under the chaps.
Obviously not prepping for this and not having lube isn’t ideal, but that’s how Jeremy and Barry have always operated.
Impulsive, raw, vulnerable. That’s one of the reasons Jeremy doesn’t want to lose Barry, because he’s one of the few people he feels like he can trust fully.
Spitting in his hand and rubbing it on his dick, Barry pulls back Jeremy’s ass cheek and spits once more.
The slobber runs down his crack and gets worked into his rim by the fat cock head.
Barry’s good at the build up, his rhythm unparalleled.
He rubs small circles into the sensitive hole, going a little harder each time so that he slowly breaches the rim.
Then, Barry inhales deeply and holds the breath as he presses his hips forward and pushes into Jeremy.
“Ah,” Jeremy exhales audibly, reaching forward and putting his hands on the wall behind a pair of stirrups.
Barry doesn’t let up, the reaming spreading Jeremy apart.
He’s bigger than Jeremy recalls, his rim burns slightly from the large stretching and lack of lubricant.
Barry’s chest presses against Jeremy’s back and soon his hips are flush against his bare ass exposed through his chaps, dick bottoming out.
“Mmph,” Jeremy moans with his lips muddled together, Barry sitting fat inside him.
“Shh,” Barry shushes him in his ear, sending a sweet shiver down Jeremy’s spine.